Ear Mother Night, I your commandment
Obey, and Dreams t'interpret Dreams will make,
As / waking curiosity is wont
Though better dream asleep, than dream awake.
And this white horny Wand shall work the deed
Whose power doth Figures of the light present:
When from this sable radius doth proceed
Naught but confused shows, to no intent.
Be this a Temple; there Sybilla stand,
Preparing reverent Rites with holy hand;
And so bright visions go, and entertain
All round about, whilst I'll to sleep again.